I dance across the stage,
this joke you made of our lives..
I tiptoe around the curtain,
target in sight..
I slip under tables,
while others are distracted by what will come next..
The silencer is on,
the bullet is in the nest..
None shall hear,
not a soul will suspect me..
Before this night is over,
your legacy shall be joining thee..
In eternal sleep..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
